[center][h2][b][u][color=f7976a]Morianne[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center]

Despite the Captain's orders likely demanding the upmost respect, Morianne couldn't help but let out an audible yawn. It was nearly dark dammit! Most people would likely marching off to the land of nod. Despite being a knight herself for quite some time now, Morianne's chivalrous duty was never her top priority. Something always came first. In this case: sleep. Sure, the troubadour did have to admit that being proactive in this instance did make some sense. Jeremiah was a veteran, not some wannabe chump whose rise to power could be ended as swiftly as it had began. This "Bandit King" was serious business. It sure would have been nice to get an extra nod or two though. Beauty sleep is always important.

[color=f7976a]"Fucking finally!"[/color] Morianne groaned. [color=f7976a]"Horseback always gives me the worst wedgie."[/color]

As she shook off the calls of sleep, Morianne looked around the crowd of knights. Tension was undeniably high. Bodies shrouded in plate armor danced the dances of war that the troubadour was all too familiar with.

Morianne couldn't help but feel out of place among them all. Unlike the others, she not plate armor nor sword and shield. She had no formal combat training beyond what she had deemed necessary for her self-defense. Only a red lute sat in her lap. It may have been decorated with the brutal image of a skull, but it was still just an instrument and nothing could change that. It was honestly a wonder how she even managed to get this far. She was no knight. She was no soldier. She just a musician.

[color=f7976a][i]Even the actual fighters don't look ready for this.[/i][/color] she thought. [color=f7976a][i]I might want to take this a bit more seriously...[/i][/color]

Katarina's unmistakable twang brought Morianne back from any potential introspection.

[color=a2d39c][b]"Awl'right cap'n, who dae you ken tae go about for the flanking party in the auld akelarre?"[/b][/color]

[color=f7976a]"Do you want to repeat that for the people who don't speak hick?"[/color] Morianne chuckled to herself. Still, Katarina's comments, while in jest, did bring Morianne to question her own value to this little quest. If this was a stealth mission, the troubadour might just find herself as little better than a liability. Her magic was loud and not exactly [i]subtle...[/i] She sighed and began to idly tune her lute, patiently waiting for Fanilly—or anyone—to continue. [color=f7976a]"Thrash wouldn't believe what I've gotten myself into..."[/color]